"Grow"


When, three years ago, I was wide-eyed and witless,
won over by rogues who stole money and favor.
Just free from the teen years that were so unimportant,
left me with a feeling of whole disapointment.
No, they werent the best, but not the worst either,
but I'm still waiting to get some wasted time back.
I shrugged and I shook off the wise little words
that people believed would break down my naivete'.
Tell me, at last, was it a life ex[erience,
disguised as a heartache and distracting as a funny line.
Well, I didnt know love and I thought it was there,
but it turns out that love is much more than a meaningless kiss.
I'm done with showboating and outlandish flirting.
I'm far too ashamed to speak well of that summer again.
It feels like the Spring and I'm starting to gather
all of my tears in my watering pail.
Instead of just pouring it all down the drain,
I'll sprinkle it gingerly, so that I may grow.
I was angry and sullen, and lost out at sea,
but the waves calmed and the clouds parted,
and I threw my hands up to the day.